Verse 1:Don't underestimate the reachHere comes that city brother who lives by the beachDefari, work for likwit organizeDodger hats and snowboard shadesCamouflage my eyesHustle to surviveThe less mican man stands grandAnd work with two twenty fiveThis here's the second smashThe album, the thirdThe trilogy will be heard from toronto to pittsburghYo ev do we got retail in afghanistan(man I don't know but I know we got japan)Uh ha, word up we all over the states manDoin' thisFor the mcs and the djsThe vertebraeWithout the b-boysHip hop wouldn't be here to this very dayAnd that's my word we tryin' to blow like the hiddenburgSwerve legalize dope in the form of vinylThis ain't the final or the last blast kidI'm throwin' heat on the map (what?) for the underground massive

Hook:"no doubt predicting far and ahead what will set the party off" -krs-one 'theMc'(x3)

Verse 2:See lyrically shit is gettin' drasticA lot of niggas flock tryin' to be new instead of classicLike an aztecPraise the jaguarLike the fact that the sun shines at the biggest starBigger than mike jackson or michael jordanSo many candyland mcs are boringSee we be touring? And? (what?)Creepin' up in the shower on bitches like anthony perkins (ha)DefariLurkin' in the ranksI'm tryin' to be like that brother ant and stack mad banksPlus give thanks and praiseFor each day I'm able to raiseAnd see that foggy hazeComin' off the coast of the pacificWe stretch to the atlantic my crew is likwit

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Verse 3:Yo fuck the pennies give me the silver dollarsThe smooth scholar working hard straight blue collarAppreciate wealth so I do for myselfFirst collaborate with live niggas and divide the purseThe well rehearsed mcDefari heruI crack the glass blackboard mcs so I can see through I do my dewDo my thangHip hop is my love supremeThat's word to john coletraneThis cat dwayneRollin' down the diamond laneTravel by train, bus, boat, car or airplaneTo different venues with our names on the fliersLikwit niggas known to get ship poppin' and get it on fireI'm extra swift like my man eric brooksI keep an eye out for crooksWho contemplate rapin' my notebooksSome cut fast but they don't' cut fasterThen the kutmaster kurtWhen I workI'm climbin' ladders